The Xiang family has always been a civil servant, where are the generals?

Besides, the mother did not allow the death on the battlefield. Everyone knows that there is a lot of luck and little luck, so my mother sent Xiang Huaiyu to kneel down and ask for it. However, as if he wanted to hold on to the only remaining glimmer of hope in the darkness, he resolutely continued to write letters and ask to lead the troops.

In fact, the saint did not agree, and the young general had not yet been sharpened and could not lead the troops to the game.

However, Xiang Huaiyu was not angry, and handed a sealed silk silk to the holy table. The father said coldly, if you insist on doing this again, then the Xiang family should not have you as a son.

The words are angry words, but they are also facts.

This trip is more than lucky.

He actually knelt on the ground, and he never said tears lightly, but he finally burst into tears. He took out a shiny knife, deboned and fleshed, and blood was dripping. The mother covered her face and ran away, and the father silently looked at the sound of kneeling on the ground, his eyes were red. The blood flowed into a puddle, he gritted his teeth, twisted his eyebrows, the young man was angry, his eyes were desireless, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome, but the flesh and blood on his arms were blurred.

Only one skeleton appears to be standing in place.

Between the pouring rain, laugh uncontrollably.

However, the heavy rain faded, but there was no trace.

The Holy One promised. Unexpectedly, the Wenchen family produced an iron-clad general. The son of the Xiang family loves the art of war, and the saint has heard of it for a long time. When Xiang Huaiyu was a child, he liked to talk to people very much. Xiang Huaiyu finally said goodbye to his family, his face was still the same, but he seemed to be much older, and he had not experienced it, but he had been infected with vicissitudes.

He led the troops to set off, but his parents did not go to see him off.

I held his hand and read in his stubborn, lonely eyes a man he wanted to protect.

The May battlefield lived up to expectations.

Xiang Huaiyu actually won the first battle and defended the small city on the frontier.

After 30 days of fierce fighting, 10,000 elite soldiers of the barbarian tribe were killed, and there were less than 300 remaining of the 7,000 soldiers and horses who came out of the fortress. The horse's mane under Xiang Huai Yu's crotch had been stained with blood, and the head of the barbarian leader was hung on the stormy city wall. Blood-drenched, Saibei scenery.

The wind and sand were rough there, like a ghost crying wolf. The cold and arrogant general often looked up in a daze, looking in the direction of the royal city. He carefully planted an acacia tree on the barbaric desert of Saibei, watering spoonful by spoonful with his rough big hands.

When it blooms, it is pink, just like the scene when he met Wei Shengwan that day.

He was young, but he became the object of many rich ladies in the royal city who were vying to marry. By the end of the war, he had already settled with his parents, but the scar on his arm reminded him of his purpose. His parents begged him to return to the royal city and marry a child and grandson who was as beautiful as a flower and gave birth to a white and fat child.

However, he refused.

He didn't want to go back to that sad place, and his parents were okay.

In his letter to me, he said that his heart had already been given to a girl.

The flowers are independent, elegant and elegant.

Xiang Huaiyu and I can be said to have grown up wearing a pair of pants, and that night my mind was hot, and I left a letter to my parents, so I secretly traveled day and night to the north where he was stationed. The desert over there is overgrown with wild grass, and I wonder if Miss Wei was exiled here. I don't know if the two sisters are doing well.

The wind and sand of the small town blew into the lungs, and the sky could not be seen when I looked up.

I came here secretly and didn't tell Huai Yu. But he didn't want to hear the familiar female voice in his bedchamber, and the girl smiled and said, "I don't like to fight, if there is a better way, why not?"

I coughed lightly and whispered, "Brother." ”

I obviously felt that the people in the room were stunned, and they were thinking about what utensils were tinkling. He got dressed and pushed the door open. I looked at the scars on his shoulders and the tangled gauze and stepped forward.

"Who's coming?" The girl inside hid behind Xiang Huai'an and poked her head out, and then was slightly stunned, as if she was the same as when she first met. She smiled, "It turned out to be Huai'an...... Sister, sister Huai'an is here!" she shouted into the back room.

Before I could react, a longing voice appeared: "What are you shouting...... Who do you say?" She walked up to me dressed in red and burst out laughing. I didn't know what to say, so I just giggled. Suddenly, in this desert, I felt a relaxed and peaceful heart.

Inside the house, there are drawings of water conservancy, flood control, and irrigation.

Stacks and stacks are placed under the bright candle flame.

I saw the two girls again, as if I had been in a lifetime. Wei Sheng poured me tea with a smile, her hands were covered with deep and shallow scars, and the jade bracelet was missing from her wrist. It's just that the smile is still shy and quiet. "Why is Miss Wei here?" I suddenly realized something, "Brother!"

"Call your sister-in-law. He smiled, completely unconcerned, "I know what I've done, and I don't need you to remind me." ”

It turned out that he had already thought about this path. Under the merits of the war, the saint asked what he wanted to reward, and without thinking, he said the name of his wife who had never passed the door, Wei Shengwan, which was engraved in his heart. His Majesty promised. Fortunately, this amnesty, otherwise Wei Shengwan and her sister would have died of illness on the border, and their parents would have been attacked and killed by wild beasts on the way.

She is also helpless, just in this small town in Xinjiang, she wants to live her life in a chic way.

I stayed here because I wanted to see my brother, but I wanted to spend more time with the pink girl.

The days passed quickly, and it was the spring of another year.

The border city was stable, and the city defense was stamped according to Wei Shengwan's drawings.

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Speaking of this, Xiang Huai'an stopped. He took a sip of wine violently and drank it all.

Meng Shu listened to the story, raised his eyebrows and asked, "And then?"

He smiled, "And ...... And then the story...... Is it still necessary to listen to it? The best part has been told to you, no matter what the process is, no lover will end up married. Later, it was not so beautiful......" he sighed and looked into the distance, "Later, they all died......"

Meng Shu's eyes were deep, and she seemed to have guessed something. After all, she has seen a lot of tragedies in this life, but she can't guess another thing, "Then what happened to you and that sister?"

"Didn't I say that!" he looked at Meng Shu irritably.

"Dead!"

"How did you die?" Meng Shu was a little reluctant, as if he had already entered the play.

Xiang Huai'an's face sank, and he slowly highlighted four words: "Die because of me." ”

The autumn rain outside the window made Meng Shu a little in a trance. Xiang Huai'an stood up, looked at Zhu Chi and her coldly, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'll see you later." ”

Meng Shu asked with a smile, "Do you want to see how Xiang Huaiyu and Wei Shengwan are doing in this life?"